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My grandmother died last night. This wasn't a shock or a surprise. Her health has been on the decline, and she's been in hospice for the last month. She lived a long life, and in her final days she was surrounded by her three adult children.
My grandma was a kind woman. She wasn't perfect, but I always felt loved in her presence. She was a retired kindergarten teacher, and was still working when I was a kid. I have so many happy memories sitting at her kitchen table, and I'm going to carry those with me for the rest of my life. She was also proof that anyone who claims that you get more conservative as you get older is full of shit, because she certainly didn't.
I think it's interesting how the body processes grief sometimes. I don't know that I'll cry, but over the past month, knowing this was coming, I've felt a tension in my gut. Now that she's passed, instead of relief that tension is replaced by a sense of emptiness. That something is missing that should still be there. Something has been taken away, and I feel it.
Of course, as I wrote that, I immediately started crying... so I guess my body processes grief in pretty ordinary ways too.
I wanted to come up with something profound linking this to Beltane, which we sit in the middle of right now, but it just seemed hackneyed. Like I was trying to dig out some greater significance when the truth is death comes whenever it wants. The only predictable thing about it is that it's the end of all of our journeys. I hope that when I pass I'm so lucky to have lived such a long life with people that I love around me in my final days.
For the record, I will be fine. I just needed to get these words out while they were still in my head. I don't have some rousing conclusion or deep insight to tack on here at the end, just that gut feeling that something is missing.
Because it is.
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She is just about the most adorable drunk ever.
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This entire arc reminds me of NebrasKon one year, where an attendee (cosplaying in Racoon City riot gear) went into a bank with his fake guns…
Cops were called, guns were verified as fake, he was let go with a warning. Some people just don’t think of the “outside world” or “mundanes” when they do stuff like this.
I remember doing a play once where I was Jesse James (long story). I’d also come down with a cold (which I do whenever I do a play at the same time I’m working a 40-hour week, something about over extending myself) and I’d decided to get myself an orange juice at the bodego next door. In full costume and make up (western outfit, three day growth of (fake) beard and two six guns). The next day I went into the same bodego BEFORE the performance to get the orange juice and the owner said; “That was YOU last night, wasn’t it? Man, I almost kicked your ass out of my store coming in looking like that!”
I can sorta understand it. You’re just doing your thing and don’t think how it looks to other people. Couple years ago, went to see a movie on halloween. As I came out, took a moment to figure why people were looking at me funny. Had forgotten i was in costume.
Con i went ti this weekend had a booth next to the general lee at the entrence selling confederate flags…. ill trade them